Rip Aretha – Dreezy lyrics

Lyrics Rip Aretha – Dreezy

Rip Aretha lyrics
Ayy, in y’all wallet like Lemony Snicket
I don’t f**k with cuz but the work was a ticket
Popped off the tag and I can’t even fit it
I’m smoking on loud so I probably don’t hear you
Make a n***a say my name when he in it
I married his will but I’m not Jada Pinkett
I’m counting up, counting up, it’s finger lickin’
You know I’ma eat, I don’t need no utensils (Eat it up)
I get attention, he need Ritalin
Rollie my wrist, I can’t f**k with no minute man
OG diet, body looking like cinnamon
I’m the n***a and these niggas be feminine
I’m smoking on G in a Tesla (Yes)
Treat the world like it’s my b***h, better not touch her
Pretty little b***h, I might f**k round and bust ya
Niggas know I get my coin like an usher
Tweak with the gang, you ain’t big enough
Won’t give a f**k if a b***h ain’t feeling us (What the f**k, b***h?)
Kicking that hoe out my section
Ain’t throwing no bread if them strippers ain’t thick enough
Can’t let ’em pipe, had to tell ’em just give it up
N***a stay he still wanna lick it up
I don’t care if I’m that Benz truck
I’m still hit my plug like, “N***a, come fill it up” (Gas)

Franklins, Aretha (Rest up)
Two seat, at least (Gone)
Ice on anemic (Froze)
You ain’t eating, bulimic
Rollie on, ain’t got no time for a b***h (Who?)
Gotta remind me a b***h (Big Dreez)
Dripping on fan in this s**t
If I want it, he gon’ buy me this s**t (Spin this s**t)
Franklins, Aretha (That rat)
Two seat, at least (Skrrt)
Ice on anemic
You ain’t eating, bulimic
Rollie on, ain’t got no time for a b***h (What?)
Gotta remind me a b***h (Big Dreez)
Dripping on fan in this s**t
If I want it, he gon’ buy me this s**t (Spin this s**t)

Checked your resume and you ain’t official
A knock-off hoe substituting the teacher (Who the f**k is that b***h?)
Heard you sent for me but ain’t want a mission
Put paper on you, b***h, you don’t want a extra
B***h, you just running in circles (Silly a*s)
Y’all should come up when I search you (Who is this?)
I’m on your screen, no commercial (I’m live)
He kissing me, say I’m a Hershey
We fully loaded (Skrrt), body built like Coca-Cola
I’m repping the game, no controller
Can’t put my line in your Motorola
I’m got some lil titties, don’t need a bra
No b***h, I don’t give a f**k ’bout the blogs
Ooh yeah, bluffed as f**k
Faded up, look like I’m smoking a log (Smoking, yeah)
Choking in front versuri-lyrics.info
I walk in the venue and I’m throwing up money (Yeah)
Done with y’all h**s
I’m duffing ’em off like I’m flicking a blunt (Yeah)